I got lost in the woods looking for
you. I wandered until the glow of the summer sun faded to darkness
and a pale moonlit fog crept around me. I thought you would be there,
somewhere hidden among the trees. You had to be there. I looked
everywhere else. But you weren't.
I got lost in the woods looking for
you, and you weren't there. I sat in the cricket silence and felt the
fog pass over me, pass through me as if I was a ghost. But if I'm
dead, then I died the moment I went looking for you, when I ran off
chasing an impossible dream, giving up the life I had for one that
could never be mine.
I got lost in the woods looking for
you, and as the pale moonlit fog envelops me, I only wish I had known
what a hopeless endeavour it was.
-Zero
Hope. Hope is the answer, my dear friend. A light who shines under very abyssal depths of one's truest heart. Heart can feel Hope, and only the heart sees where did Hope go.
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This poem is deeply thought. Thank you for your sharing.